Natasha slammed the door shut behind her and dropped to her knees right there in the safe house. Steve stood over her, already yanking his belt open. His cock sprang out thick and heavy, the head flushed dark. She wrapped her fingers around the base and licked a long stripe up the underside without a word.
"Fuck, you taste like you just got done fighting," she muttered, then opened wide and took him deep. Steve grunted and thrust forward, hands gripping her red hair. He fucked her mouth in short, hard strokes while she gagged and drooled down her chin. Spit ran over her tits, soaking the thin black top she still wore from the mission.
"Get it wet," he ordered. "Gonna need it when I stretch that tight cunt."
Natasha moaned around his shaft and worked her tongue along the underside. She reached between her legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy, pumping fast. Her juices coated her hand. Steve pulled out and slapped his cock against her cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum and spit.
"Strip," he said. She stood, peeled the top off, and shoved her pants down. No underwear. Her nipples were hard, her cunt visibly slick. Steve spun her around, bent her over the table, and kicked her feet apart. He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust.
Natasha cried out, forehead pressed to the wood. "Harder, Cap. Fuck me like you mean it."
He did. Every stroke slapped his hips against her ass.
The table legs scraped the floor. Steve reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he pounded her. Her walls clenched around him, already close. She came with a sharp shout, pussy pulsing and flooding his cock with fresh wetness.
He didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in. Her legs hooked over his arms, spreading her wide. The new angle let him grind against her front wall with every thrust. Natasha reached down and spread her lips so he could watch his thick cock disappearing inside her.
"Look at that greedy hole," he growled. "Taking every inch like a fucking slut."
"Shut up and fill it," she snapped back, then moaned when he slammed in harder.
They kept at it until Steve's rhythm faltered. He buried himself to the hilt and came, hot pulses flooding her cunt. Cum leaked out around his shaft as he stayed buried. Natasha rubbed her clit through the mess and came again, thighs shaking.
Steve pulled out and watched his load drip onto the floor. "On the floor. Clean me up."
She slid down and took him in her mouth again, sucking the mix of cum and her own juices off his softening cock. He hardened again fast. Super-soldier recovery had its perks.
He hauled her up, carried her to the couch, and sat down with her straddling him. Natasha sank onto his cock in one smooth drop. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, ass slapping his thighs. Steve grabbed her hips and met every bounce with an upward thrust.
"Play with your tits," he told her. She pinched her nipples, twisting them while she ground down. Her clit dragged against his pubic bone on every roll. Sweat slicked their skin. The room smelled like sex and sweat.
Natasha leaned in and bit his neck. "Gonna come again. Don't you fucking stop."
She clenched around him, body locking up as the orgasm hit. Steve kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until she was shaking. Only then did he flip them, putting her on her back again. He hooked her knees over his shoulders and fucked her deep and fast.
"Take it," he grunted. "Take every drop."
He came again, pumping another load deep inside her. Natasha's eyes rolled back at the heat of it. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of cum followed, running down her crack and onto the cushions.
They didn't rest long. Natasha pushed him onto his back and climbed on again, this time facing away. She rode reverse, one hand braced on his thigh, the other reaching back to spread her ass so he could watch his cock stretch her pussy. Steve smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Filthy," he said. "Look at you showing off that used cunt."
She laughed breathlessly and bounced faster. "You love it."
They switched positions twice more. Once with her on all fours, Steve behind her yanking her hair while he railed her. Once with her riding his face while she sucked him off, his tongue lapping at her swollen, cum-slick folds. She came on his mouth twice before he flipped her again and fucked her missionary, slow and grinding this time, until they both finished with low, drawn-out groans.
By the time they were done, the safe house smelled like sweat, cum, and sex. Natasha lay sprawled on the couch, legs open, cum still leaking from her. Steve sat beside her, cock finally soft against his thigh.
She reached down and scooped some of the mess onto her fingers, then licked them clean. "Mission debrief complete."
Steve chuckled, low and rough. "Same time next week?"
Natasha smirked. "Bring the shield. I want to see how it feels between my legs."
He stood, pulled her up, and kissed her hard, tasting both of them on her tongue. Outside, the city lights blinked on. Inside, they started round four before the first hour was even up.
